Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Rowan sucked in a deep breath and raised his other hand so he could stroke both over Ivor’s pecs, continuing down over his stomach. His skin was just as silky as it looked, the hair on his chest and happy trail softer than Rowan had expected. He knew an incubus was designed for sex, and Ivor was certainly no exception. He was goddamned beautiful. “Will you let your hair loose?” he asked softly.
Ivor’s shirt gaped open more as he reached up to take the tie out of his braid. Long, satiny hair flowed around his face, and Rowan immediately sank his fingers into it.
“I love your hair so much. You should never cut it.”
“I like it long. Always have. Have you ever thought about growing yours out? I like it the way it is.” He ran his fingers through Rowan’s hair. “But it’s so soft and wavy, and I bet it would look amazing long.”
“I’ve never thought of growing it out, but now I am.” He continued to comb through Ivor’s hair before he had to touch his chest again. The bulge of muscle was just too tempting.
Ivor abruptly pulled their bodies close again, and feeling all that bare skin against him made Rowan suck in a deep breath and hold it. This kind of raw passion was just so unfamiliar to him. He wanted to touch Ivor everywhere. Lick him everywhere. He was overwhelmed by this sexy god of a man. And so damned thankful that Ivor seemed to want him just as much. His hands were roaming all over Rowan.
Rowan touched Ivor’s cock, feeling the moisture beaded at the tip. “Where’s that lube?”
“Dropped it somewhere,” Ivor said between harsh breaths. He moved back and swept it off the floor. Then he ripped it open with his teeth and poured some into his hand before again wrapping his fingers around Rowan’s erection.
“Oh, fuck,” Rowan groaned, then bit his lip. That had been loud.
Ivor’s chuckle ruffled the hair at Rowan’s temples, but he said nothing, just started to firmly stroke, setting up a rhythm that made Rowan not give a shit who heard them. The glide of those lube-soaked fingers felt incredible, and Rowan wanted to be giving the same pleasure. He reached down and threaded his fingers with Ivor’s around his own cock, which made Ivor groan again. He let his fingers get slick, then reached out to grasp Ivor, who gasped against his mouth. They panted into each other’s mouths as they stroked each other.
It was the hottest fucking thing Rowan had ever felt in his life. He couldn’t stop moaning, no longer caring at all about their potential audience, and it seemed Ivor had quit caring as well because he was letting loose some of the sexiest noises ever. His hair brushed Rowan’s cheeks, his bergamot and orange scent taking over Rowan’s senses, and when his mouth came back over Rowan’s, he moaned into Ivor’s mouth.
The pleasure just kept building and building, and he suddenly gasped against Ivor’s lips, “I’m coming.”
Ivor just released another of those sexy growls and picked up the speed of his hand.
A consuming wave of pure pleasure swept through Rowan and he shot, his cum hitting Ivor’s stomach. His entire body shook, and he let out a cry as he threw back his head.
“Fuck, Rowan,” Ivor gritted out as he gentled his strokes, then reached for Rowan’s cum, smearing it on his hand. He grabbed his own cock, and Rowan fiercely shook his head.
“No, I want to do that.”
It was fucking hot stroking Ivor with his own cum. So was looking into that gorgeous face, at his lust-filled, narrowed eyes, his lips parted as he panted. Ivor suddenly went very still before he shot forward to take Rowan’s mouth. His cock throbbed in Rowan’s hand as Ivor found his own release. He kissed Rowan even as his body shook.
Then Ivor buried his face in Rowan’s neck, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin there in soft kisses as they both worked to bring their breathing back under control. When he slowly moved back to look at him, Rowan’s eyes flew open wide.
All the tiredness had been wiped from Ivor’s features.
“It worked!” Rowan blurted out. “And it wasn’t bad, either!”
A sated smile lazily stretched Ivor’s mouth. “That was very, very far from bad.”
“Am I supposed to feel tired?” Rowan frowned and took stock of his body, then shook his head. “I don’t feel tired at all. I thought this was supposed to make me feel that way.”
Ivor tilted his head, his hair brushing over one shoulder as he looked Rowan over. “You truly don’t feel any different?”
“Not at all. I mean, I’m all relaxed from coming my brains out, but I don’t feel exhausted or anything. Just really happy actually. And relieved.”
“Relieved?”
“That it wasn’t bad,” he repeated. “I could tell you enjoyed yourself as much as I did. That’s…that’s… Well, it’s amazing.” He knew he was being ridiculous, but the relief was just so strong, and he was nearly giddy from knowing he had the same effect on Ivor as the incubus had on him. He started to say more, but Ivor surprised him with a searching, slow kiss that made him wrap his arms around Ivor. Then Ivor buried his face back in Rowan’s neck and held him tightly against him. A long sigh that sounded an awful lot like relief, too, brushed over his skin.